Digital Devil Story: Reincarnation of the Goddess Read Online Free Page B
Author: Aya Nishitani
computer, so he used group hypnosis to control the class. By the way, Professor, I promised to give three souls to the demon. Kyoko's, Kondo's, and one other..."
For an instant, Nakajima's eyes glittered with an emotion like pity. But as if to surpress it, he pressed his lips together and stood up.
"W-wait, please wait..." As Iida desperately wheezed and struggled, ten students dragged their feet along the floor, slowly approaching him.
PART 1:
NIGHT OF DEMONS
CHAPTER 1
After many days of rain, the sun finally showed its face one June morning. The muddy water collected in puddles on the street reflected its rays like little mirrors. Shirasagi Yumiko narrowed her eyes a little bit and gazed at the three-story school building, which shimmered a bit like a mirage, wrapped in the haze created by the vapor from the evaporating water on the ground.
Shirasagi Yumiko.
Her long, slender limbs made her image seem appropriate to her name, which meant "White Heron." Her inquisitive red-brown eyes--which reflected her keen intellect--and her well-shaped nose gave her all the qualities of a natural beauty. However, it could be argued that her propensity for mischief kept her from being as mature as an ordinary high school senior.
Yumiko's transfer to this school had been quite sudden. Only two months earlier, her father, who had worked for a major electronics firm, had been transferred from the branch office in Sapporo to the main office in Tokyo. As the daughter of a salaryman, Yumiko had gotten used to frequent moves, but this was a bad time for a major change--next spring she would be taking her college entrance examinations. She had wanted to spend her last year of high school with the friends she had made, and it was hard to give that up. But after a lot of indecision and hard thought, the entire family had decided to move together, mostly on her mother's insistence that "it's too dangerous for either you or your father to live alone." But only two days after having transfered to Jusho High, Yumiko quickly started to regret giving in to her mother.
"I don't like the mood here."
Yumiko's admission test to the school had demonstrated that her abilities put her in the top tier of the "gifted" class. Her parents were quite relieved and happy at her scores, but Yumiko felt that this school had an unnatural coldness that she just could put her finger on. Her former school in Sapporo had also been quite a prestigious institution, but there was no sort of artificial separation between "gifted" and "general" classes, and the students there just seemed to be individually enjoying their life as high school students more.
In stark contrast, the students of Jusho High had the air of old hermits who had altogether given up on life. The gifted class simply went through the curriculum like machines, as if being programmed to pass their college entrance exams. Even though the general class had its share bright and talented students, many of them had lost their will because of the way that they were passed over by the administration, in favor of the students in the gifted class. Everyone knew their place in the organization, and nobody attempted to break that mold.
Come to think of it, she hadn't spoken a word yet, outside of her general introduction to the class. That alone was tough for Yumiko to stand, as she had never been the quiet type. However, she didn't feel any real hostility toward herself from the faculty or students. The entire class was eerily silent, as if being awkwardly suppressed by some sort of invisible force. During free periods, not a single one of Yumiko's classmates had said so much as a word to her.
"If you're too popular right from the beginning, people will start to keep an eye on you, and you don't want that!" That was what her mother had laughingly said when Yumiko mentioned the issue to her and joke or not, the comment had hurt her pride.
Inside the school courtyard, the opening bell rang.
Drawing in a deep
For an instant, Nakajima's eyes glittered with an emotion like pity. But as if to surpress it, he pressed his lips together and stood up.
"W-wait, please wait..." As Iida desperately wheezed and struggled, ten students dragged their feet along the floor, slowly approaching him.
PART 1:
NIGHT OF DEMONS
CHAPTER 1
After many days of rain, the sun finally showed its face one June morning. The muddy water collected in puddles on the street reflected its rays like little mirrors. Shirasagi Yumiko narrowed her eyes a little bit and gazed at the three-story school building, which shimmered a bit like a mirage, wrapped in the haze created by the vapor from the evaporating water on the ground.
Shirasagi Yumiko.
Her long, slender limbs made her image seem appropriate to her name, which meant "White Heron." Her inquisitive red-brown eyes--which reflected her keen intellect--and her well-shaped nose gave her all the qualities of a natural beauty. However, it could be argued that her propensity for mischief kept her from being as mature as an ordinary high school senior.
Yumiko's transfer to this school had been quite sudden. Only two months earlier, her father, who had worked for a major electronics firm, had been transferred from the branch office in Sapporo to the main office in Tokyo. As the daughter of a salaryman, Yumiko had gotten used to frequent moves, but this was a bad time for a major change--next spring she would be taking her college entrance examinations. She had wanted to spend her last year of high school with the friends she had made, and it was hard to give that up. But after a lot of indecision and hard thought, the entire family had decided to move together, mostly on her mother's insistence that "it's too dangerous for either you or your father to live alone." But only two days after having transfered to Jusho High, Yumiko quickly started to regret giving in to her mother.
"I don't like the mood here."
Yumiko's admission test to the school had demonstrated that her abilities put her in the top tier of the "gifted" class. Her parents were quite relieved and happy at her scores, but Yumiko felt that this school had an unnatural coldness that she just could put her finger on. Her former school in Sapporo had also been quite a prestigious institution, but there was no sort of artificial separation between "gifted" and "general" classes, and the students there just seemed to be individually enjoying their life as high school students more.
In stark contrast, the students of Jusho High had the air of old hermits who had altogether given up on life. The gifted class simply went through the curriculum like machines, as if being programmed to pass their college entrance exams. Even though the general class had its share bright and talented students, many of them had lost their will because of the way that they were passed over by the administration, in favor of the students in the gifted class. Everyone knew their place in the organization, and nobody attempted to break that mold.
Come to think of it, she hadn't spoken a word yet, outside of her general introduction to the class. That alone was tough for Yumiko to stand, as she had never been the quiet type. However, she didn't feel any real hostility toward herself from the faculty or students. The entire class was eerily silent, as if being awkwardly suppressed by some sort of invisible force. During free periods, not a single one of Yumiko's classmates had said so much as a word to her.
"If you're too popular right from the beginning, people will start to keep an eye on you, and you don't want that!" That was what her mother had laughingly said when Yumiko mentioned the issue to her and joke or not, the comment had hurt her pride.
Inside the school courtyard, the opening bell rang.
Drawing in a deep
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